Monday, 30 July 2012

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

to you, you and you

please, don't see my actions as a personal betrayal 


I don't know where I'm going, or where I'll end up
all I know is I'm going

Monday, 23 July 2012

"people don't change, they grow old and learn to adapt and appreciate the simple pleasures of life"
maintain balance
maintain balance

Thursday, 19 July 2012

the liquor on your lips
the liquor on your lips

never have I ever

met a woman who has so greatly impacted me in such a short time, the way you have.
i'm already selfishly wishing for you to move back here to me
i have this feeling in the future we'll see one another again
when i'll need you the most

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

it's almost been too long since someone has made a

the moment you begin to have preferences,
you know your welcome has been overspent
and it's time to move on to somewhere new

it's about time

it's about time I got back in control of my behavior
it's about time to hop on the band wagon and adore it like everyone else
it's about time I leave this province for awhile with you

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

human nature's insecurity is found to be quite motivating

Monday, 16 July 2012

let me occupy your mind, as you do mine

years from now I plan to look back fondly, at countless hours of time, and amount of space you occupied

Thursday, 12 July 2012


it's been years since I've studied something so vehemently

Tuesday, 10 July 2012

Monday, 9 July 2012

i love college humor
"You are a smart and amazing little person, if I was young, I would date you so hard and marry the shit out of you haha. 
I gotta run and seize this great day. Take care Charity and remember to smile. Miss you"
thank you for brightening my day
my reckless, outspoken, severely-consumed-by-wanderlust, dear friend

Sunday, 8 July 2012

too often we make the affairs of those around us, our own concern

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
   Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
   I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
   Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
   Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
   I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
   Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

Pablo Neruda